Shakedown #71"
By: Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]
Charles Atwood, Chief Intelligence Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58203.31 0315

=Docking bay 3, Uss Zion=

With less that an hour before the Euphrates was to depart Sam sat in the security office, studying the files she downloaded from the database in order to be more believable if she and Lt Atwood would run into hostile forces.

After reading the last padd, Sam reach under the desk and pulled out her travel bag. She never had to look inside the bag, because she always knew exactly what was there: a change of clothes, some basic toiletries and first aid items; enough condensed rations to last 3 days, a microfilter for water reclamation; a fully charged hand phaser; a tricorder; a small but powerful palm beacon and in a concealed compartment, a porcelain fractal-edged knife.

It was illegal in the federation and on numerous independent worlds Earth included. Fractal knives had only one use they were weapons of terror, because their edges were too fragile for anything else.

Sam paused at the door and took a last look around at the blank walls. Then she slung her bag over her shoulder, knowing that the walls of her quarters were as blank as these.

Lt Atwood was already waiting in the airlock outside runabout pad C. He was carrying only a soft sided case of suspicious proportions "let me guess" Sam said "Weapons?"

"Some, but mostly archaeological devices to 'analize' the possible findings of our Mission", answered Charles smiling "and by the way It's Professor Jeremy Wilkins from now on".

Sam, nodded, Professor Jeremy Wilkins it is. As were changing names you better call me Lizzie then. Sam reached in her bag and pulled out a pair of glasses, which she replicated from the history files, as she put them on, it gave her the appearance of an academy nerd, willing to do everything for her "Professor".

Professor, Lizzie continued, I have been studying the info you have given me and I think it should be better if we take an indirect route, try to look like a survey ship and bore anyone who might be watching.

"I concur we'll talk of the Mission details once we are on the vessel Commander 'Basir has prepared for us", said Jeremy.

As they were talking, Cmdr Bashir emerged out of an old vessel. "Sir", Lizzie said, "we did not expect you here".

" Thought I'd save you some time and run through pre-flight Bashir" said Cdr Bassir, "She is ready by de way...She is the best non Maquis Alliance Arquaeological vessel I could find"

"Try bringing her back please, even if it looks like a crap ship it's a fine ship a modify Delta flyer. Have a safe journey", he said.

Both Wilkins and Lizzie nodded, "We'll try sir, Thank you".

It did not take long before the vessel had cleared the docking ring and headed out into space.

Both Wilkins and Lizzie quietly worked the controls until Sam could not bear the suspense any longer.

"Excuse me Professor, but where are we going, are we looking for something or somebody", she said eagerly..

"Well Lizzie, we need to start to use our covert names to get used to them, We are going to the planet Artus, in order to find an intelligence operative that answers the name of Rex Tull", answered Charles.

Charles took of a pakage with some Intelligence equipment while he started to say "This is a poison that has being given to intelligence operatives since First World War in Earth", He handled her a little glass recipient with a little black pill while he said "Better this than to be captured...this is a priority 1 mission and the intel we get from it can't get into the wrong hands", said Charles.

Sam studied the little suicide item, then she looked up to Charles, she swallowed a lump in her throat before she answered. "I understand, sir, lets hope we will not have to use this, and she put the pill in one of her pockets", then turned back at her console..

"I hope the situation doesn't get to that but be prepared to do so if it gets to", Answered Charles with a sad smile then he turned to the console to check the stellar cartography...It would take 2 days to get to the planet and they neded to cross through the badlands and infiltrate themselves deep into federation space.

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